Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1887-12-09

person for lady In your position. Ddnt
mistake me, Agnes; what l say, l say In the
sincerity OF my devotion to you" He paused
and took her hand She made feeble effort
to withdraw it-and yielded. "Will the day
never Gomez he pleaded, "when the privilege
Of protecting you may DO minel when you
will DO tho pride and joy of my life, as long
rs my life lastsi" He pressed her hand
gently. She made no reply. The color came
and went on her face; her eyes were turned
away from him. @Havo been 30 unhappy
as to offend your he asked.
whisper, "No,n
"Have distressed your
"You have made me think Of the sad days
that are gone" She said no more; she only
tried to withdraw her band from his for the
second time He still held it; he lifted it to
his lips
"Can never make you think OF other days
than those-of happier days to comet Or, II
you must think OF the time that is passed,
can you not look back to the time when first
loved youi"
She sighed as he put tho question. "Spare
me, Henry" she answered sadly. Say no
morow
The color rose again I'm her cheeks; her
hand trembled in his. She looked lovely,
with her eyes cast down and her bosom heav-
ing gently. At that moment he would have
| given everything ho had in the world to take
her in his arms and kiss her. Some mysteri-
Gus sympathy, passing from his hand to hers,
seemed 10 tell her what was ii bis :aind-
| She snatched her hand away and suddenly
| looked up at him. The tears were in her
eyes She said nothing; sho let her eyes
speak for her They wnrnrd him-without
anger, without unkindness-but still they
warned him TO press her no further that day.
"Only tell me that am forgiven" he said,
as he roso from the sofa.
"Yes,r she answered, quietly, "you arc for
given"
az have not lowered myself In your estimn-
ton, Agnesp
"Oh, mol"
"Do you wish me to leave your
She rose in her turn from the sofa, and
walked to tho writing table before she TO
piled. The unfinished letter which she had
been writing when Lady Montbarry inter
rupted her lay open on the blotting book As
she looked at the letter, and then looked at
Henry, that smile that charmed everybody
showed itself in her face.
"You must not go just yet" she saidt y
have something to tell you. / hardly know
how to express 1t. The shortest way, per
haps, will be to let you find 1t out for your
self. You have been speaking OF my lonely,
unprotected life here. 1t is not a very happy
| life, Henry-I own that" She paused, OBJ
serving the growing anxiety Of his expression
as he looked at her with shy satisfaction
that perplexed him. ADO you know that
have anticipated your dear she went on ~
am going to mako great change In my life
ii your brother Stephen and bis wife viii
only consent to itH She opened the desk OF
her writing table while she spoke, took a let
ter out and handed 1t to Henry.
He received 1t from her mechanically.
| Vague doubts, which no hardly understood
himself, kept him silent 1t was impossible
that the change in her life" Of which she
had spoken, could mean that she was about
to be niarried-and yet he was conscious OF q
perfectly unreasonable reluctance to open the
letter. Their eyes met; she smiled again.
9Look at the address" she said ~You ought
to know the handwriting-bu dare say you
don't"
He looked at the address. 1t was In the
largo, Irregular, uncertain writing OF child.
He opened the letter instantly:
lro Be CONTINUED